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34. After Surgery

Liam: "Are you okay?" you giggled, setting him into the passenger seat of your car. You watched as he dazed off, his chipmunk cheeks puffing out. He had just had his wisdom teeth removed, a minor surgery at most. He had been nervous to go in, but he had done well and everything went as planned. You had lugged him into the car, his state still weary from the anesthetic they had given him. He grumbled something about the birds and cloud, making you laugh as you closed the door. The car ride home had been entertaining, as was the hour of being home before he had fell asleep. You had worked around the house, hearing him groan a couple hours after he had fell asleep on the arm chair. "Fuck," he groaned, holding his jaw as you walked into the room. "Pain?" you asked, already holding his antibiotics and a glass of water. He nodded, trying not to really talk. "Take these," you said, setting them in his hand. He took them without hesitation, wincing as the water stung in his mouth. "I'm going to make you something that you can eat. Go rinse your mouth, yeah?" you asked, holding onto his cheek for a second, your gaze meeting his. He responded with a nod before you were off to the kitchen.

Niall: You walked in, quietly, watching as he slept on the hospital bed. His knee surgery had went smoothly, according to the doctor that was handling his case. He had been through so much with his knee and surgery was something that he had really needed. You had sat in the waiting room for hours, waiting and waiting for him to get out. It took a couple of hours before he had woken up from the anesthesia they had given him. His eyes were bright, wide, and cautious as he looked around the room. The pain in his knee was very evident and immediately he had winced, you sitting up at his side and holding his hand. "Took you long enough to wake up," you joked, maneuvering around him to press the nurse's call button. "They gave me some strong drugs," he joked along, chuckling but quickly retreating as he felt pain. "Maybe not strong enough. This shit hurts," he hissed, trying to get comfortable in bed. "At least it won't be in pain for too long, yeah? The surgery is supposed to make it better," you smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "And I'll take care of you until you're all good again."

Zayn: You had been sitting in the hospital bed, hitting the button that induced drugs into your body whenever you felt pain. He was learning how to do this and that, seeing as he was the only one really capable of taking care of your newborn at the minute. For a couple of months, you knew there was possibility that you would have to have a C-section, but you didn't think that you actually would have it. It wasn't until you went into labor that they had to rush you into the operating room, delivering your beautiful baby only after a panicked state. Both of you healthy, but you being in pain from the incision that was made on your stomach. You smiled as you watched him concentrate on what he was doing, watching what the nurse was teaching him. Only after they had taken your daughter for more tests did he sit next to your side. "How are you feeling?" he asked, taking your hand into his. You were still groggy, hungry and a tad dehydrated. He took notice and grabbed the ice water, putting the straw to your mouth. "I feel in pain, but I'm good. I'm happy she's fine," you smiled. "Me too. I'm glad you're both fine. I'm going to take care of both of you, I promise."

Louis: He had been wanting to do laser eye surgery for a while, not really wanting to wear his glasses as much as he used to. It had taken a while for him to actually go through with it, but when he finally did, you were there to wait on him. He had gotten out of the surgery, he had been squinting, looking for you. You had went to his side, asking how it was immediately. "It went good. I can see, but it's going to be blurry for a while," he said, taking your hand into his. "Can we go home?" he asked, waiting for you to go out first. You had kept an eye on him as the two of you made it to the car. "How long is the recovery time, again?" you asked, forgetting how long the doctor said it would be before he could see clearly. "A couple days at most. I have a check-up in a few days," he said, sitting in his seat. You had walked around the car, getting in the driver's seat. "So that means you're my personal chauffer for a couple days," he joked, making you laugh as you pulled out of the parking lot. "Good thing you can't judge my driving when your vision is blurry," you threw back, making him laugh out loud. "Thank god for that."

Harry: He helped you into the house, rolling the temporary wheel chair up the walkway. He had been so good the last couple days, so attentive while you were in the hospital. After a freak accident, you had been placed in the hospital, a surgery taking place on your leg. You were immobile without crutches or a wheel chair present. Harry had taken it upon himself to be your caretaker until you were better. You smiled and thanked him as he got you into the house. "I set up the couch for you in the living room, it's more convenient if you stay there till bed. You can get around yourself or I can get you whatever you need," he said, wheeling you into the living room. The couch was set up just as he said. "Thank you, babe," you smiled. He nodded, stopping and moving to stand in front of you. "C'mon," he said, moving to lift you off the chair. In an instant, he was setting you onto the soft confines of the couch. He was quick to adjust the pillows to your liking, throwing a blanket over you, and handing you the remote. "I'm going to start dinner and we can watch a movie. Yell for me if you need anything," he smiled, leaning down to kiss your cheek.